The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1887-07-23
ANGELIQUE PEACHBL0SSOM.

1t waslittle Bessie Greene's sixth birth
day; and bright and early in the morning
as she lay fast asleep, stray sunbeam
shot into her room, danced queer little
over the glass cologne bottles standing
upon the bureau, and then alighted on
the tip end OF Bessie's little nose, and
tried to make her open her eyes by flash
ing his twinkling rays of light up under
her long eyelashes.
1t was high time Bessie awoke, for
there at the foot OF the bed stood sweet
little traveller, in a pretty brown bonnet
and travelling dress with arms outstretch-
ed to greet her. She had q neat little
trunk with her, and must have come from
somewhere dnring the night; for she was
not there when Bessie went to sleep.
Perhaps the sunbeam knew all about
it; for he seemed very anxious for Bessie
to awake and see her guest, and he twin
killed. so hard, and with such dazzling
brightness, that at last she opened her
large blue eyes. At this, the sunbeam
clapped his hands for joy, and danced
gaily down to the foot OF the bed, where
the beautiful dolly stood, and began kiss
ing her golden hair till it fairly glistened.
Then he perched himself upon tiny
steel buckle in her bonnet, and danced
his queer little zigzag dance again till he
attracted Bessie's attention.
"Oh myl you lovely, lovely dolly, where
ever did you come from?" cried the little
girl in astonishment; and then, Selling
the doll, she smoothed the folds of her
dress, and turned her round and round
admiringly.
"Oh, how perfectly lovely you are,"
she said again and again; and the door
opened, and in came mamma to see her
little six year-old girl.
"Is she for me, mamma, to be my very
own?" asked Bessie. lifting up her face to
be kissed six times-one on her forehead,
two on each rosy cheek, and good long
one on the sweet lips.
"Yes, darling; she is your very own.
and you must be careful of her and en-
joy her long while"
Bessie then opened dolly's trunk; and
there she found a whole suit OF clothes,
dear, little rufled night gown, lovely
blue cashmere wrapper, and pink silk
dress trimmed with white lace.
"Ohl Oil OhP' she kept saying, as she
took out each article, and laid it tender
ly upon the bed.
She wondsred if there ever was any
little girl who felt as rich and happy with
her dolly as she did. Mamma stood and
watched her with soft, shining eyes; then,
as the door opened, said
"Here comes Susan, dear, to dress you,
and you must hurry. You can bring
dolly down to breakfast" And kissing
the happy little face once more, she left
the room.
While she was dressing, Bessie talked
it over with Susan, and decided to name
her dolly Angehque.
you know Susan In that story in my
Christmas book that 1 like SO much,
about the French doll, the dolls name
was Angelique. How do you think An
gelique Greene will sound? Oh, its horrid
with Greene, isn't itP" And they both
laughed.
"You can make up some name that
might go better with Augehque," said
Susan encouragingly.
"Perhaps papa can help me to think OF
something nice" And Bessie danced
off downstairs with dolly and her trunk
both in her arms.
Angelique had to sit up to the break
fast table, and we must say, for a wax
doll, she behaved very well indeed.
"Her cheeks are 80 much like roses"
said papa, "why don't you name her
ELECTROMAGNETIC Rosebloom? That
will be very pretty name, L think"